"Lin Ergou, this time is not as powerful as the first time.
Why, is this really the end of the line?
Admit it, it looks like your arm is broken, but you're still holding on.
Tell me, by what means did you penetrate Bai Qilin's chest before?"
At this time, the Seventh Son's confidence was overwhelming, and he finally determined that he actually didn't need it at all, so he burned the remaining one-third of his origin and blood again.
For him, it was actually a serious injury at this time.
However, after hurting himself and the enemy for the second time, he already knew that Lin Ergou was really in trouble.
The second punch seemed to have the same momentum as the first punch.
In fact, he could feel that at least half of his burning origin and blood was still left.
That is to say, the remaining origin and blood are enough to resist Lin Ergou's third punch.
At this time, Lin Ergou's right arm was even more miserable than when he was punched for the first time.
The five fingers were all broken, and some muscles, veins, skin and flesh were connected, barely falling off.
However, on the entire arm, the flesh and blood exploded, the veins were exposed, the bones and blood were exposed, and there were actually bone stubbles all over it, which almost meant that the arm was useless.
As for Lin Ergou, he was sweating like rain and coughing up blood.
My spirit was extremely exhausted, my breath was confused, and I couldn't control myself.
At this time, the Second Holy Son seemed to feel that there was no need to send messages to the Seventh Holy Son anymore.
When the third punch comes, it's hard to say whether it can push the Seventh Holy Son even a little bit.
It’s better not to joke about breaking the defense.
All the local martial arts cultivators in the Qing Chaos Domain were dumbfounded at this time.
Is this Lin Ergou who killed two great emperor gods a few days ago?
How do you feel, like a weak chicken?
In other words, our gods from the Green Chaos Realm are not as good as the Holy Son of the White Tiger from the Golden Chaos Realm, who is ranked high in the rankings?
Martial arts cultivators from the Golden Chaos Realm have a strong physical body due to their metallic physique and techniques, and are well-known in various realms.
Especially those with metallic physiques and the White Tiger Holy Land where they can practice physical skills.
It is said that the body of a holy son who is at the peak of the holy realm is more powerful than the body of the early emperor.
It's not impossible.
However, this was too much for the local geniuses of the Imperial Capital and Qing Chaos Territory to accept.
The psychological impact suffered was also very serious.
At this time, each of them began to angrily curse Lin Ergou, as if Lin Ergou was acting like this because he dug up their ancestral grave.
"Lin Ergou, what are the means and strength of killing emperors and gods?
He's not a threshold king, right?
You are fine in your home, but when you meet a strong outsider, your confidence and strength will drop by 70%?"
"Lin Ergou, originally made most of us bankrupt and many people hated him to death.
However, if I could see through that bullshit Seven Saints today.
I can't care about others, but I am convinced that I have lost, and I will never complain to you again.
However, if you are such a coward now, let alone alive, even if you are dead, if I think about it, I will go to the grave to urinate and defecate, which is disgusting, and I will not be able to live in peace even if I die!"
"Lin Ergou, stand up straight.
Show off the majestic appearance of killing emperors and gods.
Fulfill the promise of upholding justice and maintaining stability and order.
I swear, as long as our Imperial Capital martial arts cultivators can stand upright and speak.
I promise, you will be my idol from now on, and there will be no problem in burning incense and worshiping!"
The noisy local martial arts cultivators in the Imperial Capital and Qing Chaos Territory were met with ruthless ridicule from foreign martial cultivators, especially a group of murderers.
"Hahaha!
The weak chickens of the Great Qin Empire, the short-legged geese of the Qing Chaos Domain.
Don’t think that because of the emergence of a great Immortal Lin, we will not take the geniuses of other great regions in our eyes.
Tell you, Master Lin is Master Lin, and we are you.
Immortal Master Lin alone sucked away all the luck in our Qing Chaos Domain.
When it's your turn, just be weak chickens and dare to be called geniuses with us.
We also need to have that strength.
Look, it's the same Holy Lord, the Seventh Holy Son of the White Tiger Holy Land, chasing after the Spiritual Emperor in the flesh.
Can they compare?
Besides, even if Lin Ergou wins, what can we be excited about?
Lin Ergou is a grassroots member of the Tang Empire. If he wins, does it mean that they are awesome?
I’m just a crooked nut, okay?”
The ruthless ridicule from outsiders directly made the martial arts cultivators in the imperial capital become disgraced and depressed.
But they were not convinced.
"What happened to the Tang Empire?
The Tang Empire is also my empire in the Qing Chaos Domain, right?
When it comes to regional views, Lin Ergou is our pride!"
"What's wrong with Lin Ergou being a crooked nut?
He is still a mercenary in the capital of the Qin Dynasty.
According to official records, he is from our Great Qin Empire."
Even so, the confidence is somewhat lacking, and the momentum and limelight have been suppressed by outsiders.
At this time, the Seventh Holy Son looked at Lin Ergou, desperately trying to recover from his injuries.
Not in a hurry, he continued to joke and scold:
"Lin Er
Dog, did you hear that?
Those hateful Da Qin martial arts cultivators are now hoping to defend them.
Recover quickly, otherwise, they will go to the grave and pee on the grave, hahaha!"
At this time, the Seventh Holy Son, from being tall and tall, had become as thin as a bamboo pole.
However, he still had the confidence to withstand Lin Ergou's third punch.
He felt that Lin Ergou's third punch was basically useless.
Without him having to fight back, it would probably be about the same as death.
Therefore, his old god is still there, and he can do everything he can to ridicule.
It also shows that he will never take advantage of others' dangers and has a high standard of martial arts.
Lin Ergou's hands and arms had just been restored to their original condition, but he was still out of breath.
He was immediately ridiculed by the Seventh Son and went crazy.
"This is bullshit Seven Saint Sons, I want to see through it!
Look at my third punch!"
Boom!
A sudden burst of energy.
He didn't have a good balance, and within a few steps of rushing out, he fell to the ground, making a large shallow pit in the ground.
This scene directly caused the foreign martial arts cultivators to burst into laughter.
The local martial arts cultivators all felt as if someone had strangled their necks, and they couldn't even make a sound.
Damn it, the lamp has run out of oil?
Can't you even control the balance of your own body?
Lin Ergou made a big joke and seemed to lose his mind even more.
The tiger roared and jumped up.
He pumped his fists and roared:
kill!
He charged again, and three blood dragon shadows still appeared on his fist.
However, this time, the bloody dragon shadow was no longer solid and ferocious.
Instead, it flickers and looks like it will burst at any moment.
This made the martial arts cultivators of the Great Qin Emperor and the local prodigies of the Qing Chaos Territory wail uncontrollably.
"Nima, it's over, this is really not going to work!"
"Lin Ergou, my bladder and large intestine are so full that I can't stop even if I die!"
This time, Lin Ergou's figure surged forward, but he lost his previous momentum.
The Seven Saints raised their chests, burned one-third of their origin and blood, and burned the remaining half, all of which surged to their chests.
He already knew that Lin Ergou would die.
If you want to break through the defenses or pierce through, there is no way!
Lin Ergou, on the other hand, thrust forward with both fists.
Fist the chest with the right hand, extend the left fist forward, and turn the fist into a palm.
The left palm was directly enlarged to restrain the steel-like waist of the Seventh Holy Son.
The right fist slowly struck towards the Seven Saint Son's heart.